We're about to get pretty personal here, FYI. This polar vortex is doing something bad to my skin. Like, really bad. My friends laugh at me because I just about (and have) refuse to wear pants. Pants depress me. Even in the chills of -8 degree weather--you...
I'm feeling pretty nostalgic about my life here in the city. I somehow missed my year anniversary (it was the 22nd), between that and my upcoming birthday, I just want to lay in bed, watch Sex and the City and eat cupcakes--post Fashion Week perhaps...
So here's the thing about zodiac signs, because they fit literally a million people, I never thought mine was particularly accurate. That and horoscopes only seem to come true after I read them. For instance, I'm having a great day and then I check my...
It's hard to imagine, but if I were to travel during the late 19th century, right up until the civil rights era, I would more than likely had to consult Victor Green's The Negro Traveler's Green Book for appropriate and safe accommodations...
Remember Carrie's slip-up in Paris? When she marched into the gorgeous suite she shared with the Russian and was like, "I fell in Dior." I always imagined that would be mortifying until I had my on little mishap...
Traipsing up to a check-in counter for a flight, especially an international one, always gives me anxiety. Did I overpack? Will my suitcase make weight? What can I take out if I'm over? I want to say that packing for London/Paris/Barcelona was such a relaxing experience...
At 11:45pm, I hopped out of a cab by the fountains in Tuileries Garden in Markus Lupus glitter booties, feathers and elbow length gloves and ran with a bottle of champagne toward the Eiffel Tower. When we finally reached the bridge where we would watch the 1,063...
Y'all. There is something that I am struggling with...
Y'all. Nothing annoys me more than rainy New York. Especially after a fresh blowout. To be honest, I swear this only happens when my air is clean. No one cares when I have that filthy top knot, but the minute I start feelin' myself with clean...
You guise. I think I may have officially earned one of my first New York stripes. I can apply lipstick in a moving cab (that I flagged myself, like a BOSS). And now that I no longer have to hold on for dear life when riding...